A New Character Every Month

Yu Jian spat out black blood again, then tilted his head, completely silent.

In the eyes that gradually lost their expression, there was still a little unwillingness and confusion.

"Don't die, you haven't told me where your headquarters are?"

Lin Zian patted his face, confirmed that he was really dead, and sighed helplessly.

"I can't even resist a single move from me. Is the threshold for assassins so low now?"

He really didn't want to kill the assassin.

It's a pity that the assassin died before he even used an ordinary punch.

It seems that in some movies and TV animations, people are photographed underground, and there is nothing wrong with that person, and the fake ones cannot be faked anymore.

If a person is truly photographed underground, that person will be disabled even if he does not die, and ordinary people will undoubtedly die.

Early the next morning.

With a piercing scream, Yu Jian's body was discovered.

It was the first time I saw someone die in the soil, and it immediately attracted the attention of many villagers.

Qu Mingda was among them.

Seeing the man whose whole body was buried in the ground with only one head exposed, Qu Mingda couldn't help but feel a chill.

Judging from the situation at the scene, this is clearly a crushing battle.

The man in night clothes was pushed into the ground without any resistance.

"Isn't this matter related to the assassin who assassinated my uncle?"

Qu Mingda thought of what happened in the past two days, and had a faint guess in his heart.

As the man was dug out and his belongings were combined, more information was discovered.

The person who was dealt with silently at night turned out to be the Silver Medal Assassin of Wushalou.

"Could it be that the death of this assassin is also related to my uncle?"

Suddenly, a frightening thought flashed through Qu Mingda's mind.

Perhaps there has never been any life-saving pill, and my uncle was not injured when he worshiped his ancestors, all of this is just a disguise.

Uncle has never been an ordinary person, but he always hides his strength, does not show mountains or waters, which makes people feel like a weak scholar.

"The reason why my uncle hides his strength and joins our Zhou family must be playing a game of chess, a big game of chess!"

Qu Mingda's eyes lit up, and his expression couldn't help becoming excited: "I said that a person like Miss, even if he recruits a door-to-door son-in-law, how can he recruit an ordinary person."

In view of the assassin in Wushalou, the group quickly embarked on the journey back to the Zhou family's fiefdom.

Even the assassin who was captured was killed by Qu Mingda with one palm and thrown to the local government.

Anyway, what should be asked has already been asked, and it is useless to save the assassin's life. After all, Wusha Building has strict rules, and it is impossible for ordinary assassins to know the news of their employer.

And staying may also attract the attention of Wushalou, and the gain outweighs the loss.

a few days later.

The carriage finally arrived at its destination, Ancient Phoenix City.

Looking at the city wall in the distance through the car window, Lin Zian breathed a sigh of relief.

After running around for several days, he is not physically tired, but his heart is tired.

It's not reflected in the lack of rest time, but Xiao Ke has been sitting by the chessboard, hinting at him playing chess in various ways.

If she hadn't been tempted by some snacks to keep her mouth shut, I'm afraid this journey would not be peaceful.

As a married person, Lin Zian's return did not cause any repercussions.

Neither the people of Ancient Phoenix City nor the Zhou family's servants were affected at all.

In addition, the original owner has been relatively low-key this year, and there is no one who comes up to make trouble just for the sake of talking quickly.

Lin Zian was also happy and at ease, returning to his small courtyard, thinking about how to help Zhou Yunhan compete for the position of Empress.

"Remove all obstacles? Or improve her strength?"

Lin Zian was lost in thought.

Zhou Mansion Bieyuan.

"You mean someone issued an assassination order in the Wusha Tower to assassinate Lin Zian?"

Zhou Yumin looked dignifiedly at Qu Mingda who was kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, if the subordinates hadn't discovered it in time, my uncle might have met with misfortune. The mastermind behind the scenes really deserves death."

Qu Mingda looked angry.

He didn't express his guess about Lin Zian.

He even took the credit for solving the two assassins to himself and his subordinates.

"You did a good job, go to the cashier to withdraw 100 taels of silver."

Zhou Yumin praised Qu Mingda and sent Qu Mingda out.

When the door was closed, a trace of coldness appeared on Zhou Yumin's face.

With his daughter's talent and beauty, if she wants to marry, even the current crown prince will give her the status of crown princess.

But helplessly, the few sons are not very successful, and if the family business is handed over to them, it will inevitably decline.

So Zhou Yumin made a plan to keep his daughter and recruit a son-in-law.

But he was very dissatisfied with Lin Zian's son-in-law.

If it wasn't for his father's strong request, it would be impossible for him to agree to this marriage.

After all, with his daughter's talent and beauty, even if he wanted to recruit a son-in-law with a lower status, there would be countless people who wanted to come.

But even so, Lin Zian has been the Zhou family since the day Lin Zian married.

No matter who dared to try to murder Lin Zian, he would be an enemy of the entire Zhou family.

And he will never let it go.

Chapter 180

In the next few days, Lin Zian had nothing to do except seeing his father-in-law Zhou Yuming and being asked a few words.

And before the news of his assassination spread from the Zhou family, the people in the entire ancient Phoenix City were attracted by another piece of news.

Zhao Mingde, the second son of the Zhao family, returned to the city in a state of embarrassment.

It is said that he was attacked by a group of thieves on the road and nearly died.

At the juncture of life and death, he happened to meet an expert passing by and was rescued.

And Zhao Mingde's frightened and uneasy look when he came back immediately became a joke for many people in the city.

Regarding the domineering Young Master Zhao on weekdays, whether it is an ordinary commoner or a family member who does not deal with him, they have long been displeased with him.

Seeing him in such a mess now is all gloating.

When Lin Zian received this news from Xiao Kekou, he could only sigh that his life was good.

Someone must be rescued in this kind of crisis, which is simply the proper treatment of the protagonist.

Why can't I encounter such a good thing?

Lin Zian stayed peacefully in his small courtyard for a few days, ate and slept every day, and occasionally read a book.

As for the game has been quit, who can imagine that even playing a game of rock-paper-scissors, his winning rate is only 10%.

This kind of winning rate made him completely lose the fun of playing the game.

Eat, sleep, eat, eat, how happy.

But this little bit of life soon made him a little bored.

He is not like the original owner. As long as he has books, he can stay in a small yard forever.

Moreover, in the past few days, Zhou Yunhan, the wife who hasn't even seen the original owner many times, has not come back yet because she has gone out to deal with business.

This day is even more boring.

With nothing to do, Lin Zian planned to go out for a walk, called Xiao Ke, and went out.

Drink tea, eat, watch a play.

After a lap, he found that the entertainment life of the ancients was no worse than that of modern times.

The only downside is probably the cost.

Even if ordinary people save money for a month, it is not enough to play like him for a day.

One day.

A window on the third floor of a restaurant.

After a few days of rest, Zhao Mingde has escaped from the fear of being attacked.

Now I am having dinner with a few of my friends.

While drinking, Zhao Mingde unabashedly looked at the busker girl playing the pipa in the middle.

"Okay, see the reward!"

After the song was played, Zhao Mingde immediately clapped his hands.

After the girl took the half taels of silver from the attendant, Zhao Mingde said with a smile: "Here is the first hibiscus itch. If it sounds good, I will reward you."

"Haha, you can have this song, brother Zhao is really a noble man."

"There are ten kinds of music in the world, and Furong's Itch is one of them."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"